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 Don't Know Much, But I Know I Love You . . .  (1)

   I wanted to be fucked till I passed out - till I could take no more.

   I wanted to be used for his pleasure - like the Sub I am.

   I wanted to be pushed beyond my limits - to be taught not to say 'no' to
my treatment.

   These wishes conflict with each other and this is how they were made to
mesh together.

   My name is Laura and I found my wishes being brought to life by my first
(and only) owner.  He taught me what I wanted to experience more than
anything else, Love Is Everything, but I am jumping to the end of the
story.

   +++++++++++

   I met Jason online and we explored things online in safety, and it was
there that I discovered I was a Sub by nature and that I enjoyed being
virtually fucked till I was sore.  He and I would spend hours playing AND
talking.  This lasted a year or so before Jason suggested a physical
meeting.  I wasn't sure at all, despite exchanging pictures and watching
each other online.

   "How can we continue if we don't meet?  I want to touch your hair, to
stroke you till you purr for me, to teach you to put my pleasure ahead of
yours at all times, to be able to spank you soundly if you disobey me.  I
am, after all, your owner, aren't I?"

   "Yes sir, you are my owner.  I belong to you -"

   "Then we WILL meet.  No more questions."

   In the end, and a few conversations later, we arranged to meet in a
shopping mall that had a hotel within easy walking distance of it.

   At last the day came for our meeting.

   He had booked in to the hotel as he had had a long trip to get to the
mall.  I lived locally but I'd told him I would be visiting a friend near
the mall.  I dressed in clothes I knew Jason would like; a snug fitting
low-scooped necked top and a knee length skirt with no panties, and was
there early.  I waited at the shop entrance we had agreed on and watched
people walk by.  I wondered whether I was wise or stupid, what the shoppers
would say if they knew why I was meeting Jason.

   I was meeting him because I needed to hold him, touch him, to be pushed
further down the path I had chosen.

   Just as I was thinking about what I wanted him to do to me, I saw him.
An elegant but plump man, he wove his way through the crowds to the doorway
I was standing in.  I reached for him and we touched for the first time.

   "Laura, my sweet thing, you are good enough to eat!  Now, where shall we
sit and talk?"

   I suggested an outdoors café which wasn't as noisy as the mall itself
and we walked in silence to the tables.  He ordered me a chocolate drink
and a strong coffee for himself and we found a table.  After our drinks
arrived, we started chatting about common interests as we relaxed (or at
least on my part) and we soon were talking as easily as if we had been
meeting for years.

   We were sitting at a small table and our knees were touching almost all
the time, so it was easy for him to lay a hand on my knee.  I felt the
warmth from his hand nearly scald me, or so it seemed, and it was a logical
next step for his fingers to find the hem of my skirt and slip under it. 
His hand was gentle and yet insistent as it caressed my thigh.  I felt
myself melting as his fingers crept up my leg.

   "Good girl," Jason said as he found my bare pussy.  "I see you obeyed me
in this.  Let's see if you are really obedient, shall we?  I am going to
caress you but you must not move in any way,"

   I nodded in understanding and he slipped down between my thighs.  Soon
he was probing and I was battling not to slip forward and part my thighs. I
must have shut my eyes in pleasure because I heard Jason growl in
annoyance. I so wanted to lose myself in the feelings that he was creating
between my thighs!

   "I said 'don't move' Laura," the words were softly spoken, but with an
edge to them.  "Now keep those beautiful eyes open as I explore you in
public,"

   I felt his fingers explore me and wanted to sink into the sensations but
battled to keep looking at him as this man who, until half an hour ago, I
had only known in cyber space increasingly turned me on.  I was breathing
slightly unevenly when he suddenly stopped.  I just bit back a complaining
moan in time.  He had drummed it into me that it was not my place to
complain - ever!

   "Good, you remembered," he said.  "I wondered whether you would.  I
think I would like a tour of this mall before we go back to the hotel to
talk about what this relationship will mean for you,"

   During the next two hours or so we could have been any two people
wandering round the huge complex.  We weren't though.  He was my owner and
I was his slave.  We passed a stall that sold belts and he stopped to look.
There were some narrow ones, really narrow ones, ones that looked like
elegant chokers, and he stopped to look at them.  I knew what Jason was
thinking of and it pleased me to think I might have passed my first test.
Picking out a white belt he asked me to put it round my neck.  I did as he
asked me and stood while he evaluated it.  It didn't meet his high
standards so he put it back and picked out another white one, this time
fractionally wider.  He decided that this one was what he wanted and handed
over the small sum for it before taking it and putting it in his pocket.

   Finally we made for the hotel and as we went up in the lift he said,

   "You are special, Laura, I want you to always remember that.  You are
special,"

   Stepping out of the lift on floor 9 we went to his room.  It was simply
furnished but with great style.  I saw Jason had unpacked man-fashion and
asked if he wanted me to tidy the bed for him.  I don't know why I asked,
its not as if I like tidying up.

   "No, leave it.  Come and sit in the chair here.  I have two things to
give you,"

   Two things?

   I went to where he was standing, beside the high-backed armchair, and
sat down.  I looked up at him.

   "First there is the choker I bought earlier.  Put it on.  I want you to
wear it all the time,"

   I murmured a soft agreement as I buckled it on.  It felt strange but
nice.

   "The other thing is this,"

   He gave me a long lead.  I looked confusedly at him.

   "Its your lead, girl.  Put it on the buckle of your choker and then get
onto the floor where a slave should be," he said.  "You will get used to
being on your knees as that is how you shall get around when we are not in
public.  When we are in public I shall hold your elbow and keep you by my
side and under my control at all times,"

   I did as I was told and he sat down.  I knelt at his feet and waited for
instructions.

   "Fix me a tonic and lemon juice,"

   I crawled to the drinks cabinet and found the tonic water but had to ask
where the lemon juice was.

   "In my case, girl," was the terse reply, "in my toiletries case,"

   I left the drink and moved over to his case and found a bottle of lemon
juice.  Holding it tightly, I went back to the cabinet on my hands and
knees.

   "Two good hard shakes, please," was the next curt instruction.  "You may
stand up on your knees only to bring the drink over here, but then back on
all fours,"

   Carrying his drink over to him wasn't as easy as I had thought it was
going to be.  My balance wasn't as good as it was on all fours, but I got
there without spilling anything.

   "Take all your clothes off, let me see you properly,"

   I obeyed, though I had to unclip my lead to get my top off, and soon was
stark naked apart from my choker and lead.  He told me to stand beside his
knees and turn round slowly.  As I did, his hand fondled my bottom and the
very top of my mound.

   "I see you like being touched," Jason said.  "Now stand across my legs
and let me inspect your wetness,"

   I held myself open for him, thinking I would please him.  Instead I had
angered him.

   "HOW DARE YOU???  I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO OPEN YOURSELF!!!!!  Now get over
my lap for your first spanking!"

   Miserably I lay across the chair arms, waiting for my punishment.  It
came, but not as I had expected, Jason stroked my buttocks and delved
between my legs to my pussy and my wetness.  He had me coming close to an
orgasm before the first blow landed.  It hurt like hell and I cried out
before I could stop myself.  Another landed, followed by eight more blows
on my bare bottom.  I was crying as Jason shoved me off his lap, and I
landed in an untidy heap at his feet.  He kicked me as he stood up and went
to the bed.  After rummaging in his case he came back with a gag that he
put on me roughly, telling me to stop crying unless I wanted more
punishment.

   I was confused.  Was this what I wanted?  To be treated like a
possession, with no rights to my name?

   I looked up at Jason, and saw his tenderness shining through his
sternness.

   I knew what I wanted: to be his, to please him, to give him my body for
his pleasure.

   "That gag is only there because we are in a hotel, Laura.  If you come
to live with me, there will been need for gags.  If I do gag you, it will
be because I CHOOSE to.  Now come and lie on the bed - on your back, with
your thighs open,"

   I lay down and felt him open my layered curtains tenderly, testing my
responsiveness.  Because I was gagged I could barely grunt but he knew I
was getting pleasure from his touch.  I tried wriggling so I kept pressure
where I wanted it, but after a few smacks on my thighs I got the message.
Stay still.

   Even though I was staying as still as I could, I moved against his
fingers as they probed, caressed, pinched.  I was soooooo turned on, and I
wondered if I was going to be allowed to cum.  He stopped and I wailed into
the gag.  I wanted to cum!  Wanted it very much indeed!  Then Jason undid
his trousers and I saw his cock.  The cock I had longed to touch for
months!

   "If I remove the gag, will you be good?" he asked.

   I nodded vigorously.  He unfastened the gag and I was free from it.

   "Pleasure me,"

   The two words I hoped to hear sent me to my knees beside the bed.  I
knew how to please him online.  I hoped it would work in reality.

   I cradled his shaft in my hands.  The heat from it was matched by my
desire to serve.  I tenderly stroked him and then put my mouth round the
hardening flesh.  He tasted wonderful.  My fingertips scratched his sac
gently, making him twitch in my mouth.  I sucked him slowly, caressing his
stiffening member with my tongue some more as I stroked his sac.

   A groan escaped from Jason as I kissed him deeply before tracing his
length with kisses.  When I reached his sac I kissed each ball before
sucking them into my mouth and rolling them against each other.  I felt the
quivers and the growing.  I waited before working my way back to his tip
where I nibbled carefully on the soft end.  His response was to cup my head
in his hands and I was rewarded with a soft caress on my cheeks.

   I then slid his cock deep into my small mouth, filling it before I was
halfway.  It meant consciously relaxing to allow my muscles to permit him
into my throat.  Slowly I took more and more until I had his length in my
mouth and throat.  Moving carefully I started to fuck him with my throat.
He held my head a little firmer and started to move with me.  Soon he was
moving hard and fast into my throat, intent on his pleasure.  It wasn't
hard to know he was close to cumming as the rock hard cock pounded against
the roof of my mouth while I continued to stroke his sac.

   Harder and harder were his thrusts.

   Faster and faster Jason moved in and out of my throat.

   Harder.

   Faster.

   Harder.

   Faster.

   Harder.

   Faster.

   Suddenly there was a really deep thrust and he held my head rigidly on
his cock as he pumped his milk into my throat.  I swallowed rapidly, trying
not to gag.  I was held hard and felt his fingers twine into my hair.

   "Thank you, Laura, you are every bit as good as I had hoped you would
be,"

   The praise sent waves of pleasure through me, better than an orgasm.  I
had pleasured him!  My world was complete.
   Then.